Born on a mountain top in Hawai'i
Or in a village hut of Kenyee
Raised in the hood so's he knew Alinsky
Kilt him a fly when only forty-three
Barry, Barry Obama, king of the soc'list frontier
Organized the unwashed through many a war
Till the enemy was whipped and PC was in store
And while he was handlin' this risky chore
He made himself messiah forever more
Barry, Barry Obama, the beautiful man in the mirror
He went off to Congress and served a spell
Fixin' up the Government and the laws as well
Took over Washington, so I heard tell
And he patched up the economy and sent the land to hell
Barry, Barry Obama seeing his duty clear
When he came home his politic'ing was done
And the socialist march had just begun
So he packed up his reporters with much pomp and fuss
And lit out a-grinnin'and throwin' friends under the bus
Barry, Barry Obama leading the Young Pioneers
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